{"id":67281,"date":"2026-03-09T23:54:54","date_gmt":"2026-03-09T23:54:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?p=67281"},"modified":"2026-03-09T23:58:29","modified_gmt":"2026-03-09T23:58:29","slug":"when-i-was-reading-my-fathers-eulogy-my-stepmother-sold-his-favorite-car","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?p=67281","title":{"rendered":"When I Was Reading My Father\u2019s Eulogy, My Stepmother Sold His Favorite Car \u2013"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>At my father\u2019s funeral, I watched my stepmother sell his beloved car before he was even laid to rest. I thought that betrayal was the worst of it \u2014 until a secret hidden beneath the spare tire forced all of us to face what we had lost and what we still had left to fight for.<\/strong><\/p>\n<div class=\"code-block code-block-4\">\n<div data-type=\"_mgwidget\" data-widget-id=\"1828643\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>On the morning of Dad\u2019s funeral, I stood in the kitchen holding a mug of coffee that had long gone cold. I scrolled through the photos on my phone, searching for something new \u2014 a grin, a wink, the oil-streaked Shelby parked behind us.<\/p>\n<p>I tapped on a picture of Dad laughing, his arm thrown around my shoulders, and tried to remember the sound of it.<\/p>\n<h1><strong>My stepmother, Karen, wasn\u2019t in a single photo, not even the group pictures.<\/strong><\/h1>\n<p>A sudden car horn startled me and I nearly dropped my phone. My throat tightened as if someone had pulled a rope tight inside it.<\/p>\n<div class=\"code-block code-block-10\">\n<div id=\"kaylestore.net_responsive_2\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>Then Karen\u2019s name appeared on the screen.<\/p>\n<p>Her voice sounded thin and brittle.<\/p>\n<div class=\"code-block code-block-11\">\n<div id=\"kaylestore.net_responsive_3\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>\u201cHazel? I can\u2019t go today. I can\u2019t do it\u2026 The doctor said stress could \u2014\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cKaren, it\u2019s Dad\u2019s funeral. I\u2019ll pick you up if you need\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know. But I\u2019m sorry. I just\u2026 can\u2019t. Will you handle things?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I swallowed. \u201cYeah. I\u2019ll handle it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I pressed the brake, feeling the familiar rumble of Dad\u2019s Shelby vibrate beneath me. The parking lot was already full. I pulled into a spot beneath the old maple tree and turned off the engine, resting my forehead against the steering wheel.<\/p>\n<p>My fingers lingered on the keys \u2014 my own car was in the shop, so I\u2019d been driving Dad\u2019s all week. Every mile felt like both a tribute and a theft.<\/p>\n<p>Dad should have been sitting behind this wheel, not me. He should have been here.<\/p>\n<p>Aunt Lucy hurried toward me as I stepped out, her eyes red but still sharp.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, my darling girl! I can\u2019t believe you brought it,\u201d she said, nodding toward the car.<\/p>\n<p>I shrugged, forcing a shaky smile. \u201cHe would\u2019ve wanted it at his send-off. Besides, my Camry\u2019s transmission finally gave up.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She squeezed my hand. \u201cYour father would have called that poetic.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Sunlight streamed through the church\u2019s stained glass windows. For a moment, I almost expected Dad to stroll in late, cracking a joke about traffic on Main Street.<\/p>\n<p>The eulogy passed in a blur. I spoke about Dad\u2019s patience, his stubborn streak, the way he kept everything he loved running long after most people would have given up.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDad always said you don\u2019t quit on the things you love, even when it gets hard. He fixed up his father\u2019s Shelby, bolt by bolt, for 30 years. He never let it rust. He did the same for people, too \u2014 especially when we made it difficult.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>My voice shook, but I kept going. He would have wanted that.<\/p>\n<p>When the service ended, I was among the last people leaving the sanctuary, Aunt Lucy beside me.<\/p>\n<h1><strong>\u201cI\u2019ll meet you at the car, Hazel,\u201d she said, slipping back inside to grab her purse.<\/strong><\/h1>\n<p>I nodded. We were planning to check on Karen on the way home.<\/p>\n<p>I stepped out into the bright sunlight \u2014 and froze.<\/p>\n<p>Dad\u2019s Shelby was gone.<\/p>\n<p>In its place sat a battered flatbed truck idling in the parking spot, its ramps lowered like open jaws.<\/p>\n<p>I ran, my dress twisting around my legs. Karen stood at the curb wearing dark sunglasses, clutching a thick white envelope. Beside her was a man in a faded cap holding a clipboard.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cKaren! What\u2019s happening?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She barely turned toward me.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHazel, it\u2019s just a car. The buyer\u2019s here. I sold it. Two grand, cash. He wanted it moved fast, and so did I.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Two thousand dollars\u2026 for thirty years of bolts, blood, and Saturday mornings.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou can\u2019t be serious! You knew I\u2019d need to drive home. This isn\u2019t what Dad\u2026 he loved that car. You knew that!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Karen\u2019s lip curled slightly. \u201cYour father loved a lot of things that didn\u2019t love him back. You\u2019ll survive.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Aunt Lucy\u2019s voice cut through the lot. \u201cSelling his legacy outside this church isn\u2019t grief, Karen. It\u2019s disgrace.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The man shifted awkwardly. \u201cMa\u2019am, do you want the title now or \u2014?\u201d<\/p>\n<div class=\"code-block code-block-6\"><\/div>\n<p>\u201cThat car isn\u2019t just a piece of metal,\u201d I said. \u201cIt\u2019s a part of this family. I can\u2019t believe you. You didn\u2019t just sell a car. You sold the last piece of him before he was even in the ground.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cFamily changes. Get in, Hazel. I\u2019ll give you a ride,\u201d Karen snapped back. \u201cYou know, your father would have understood.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I stood my ground, feeling the world tilt beneath me.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNot without answers, Karen. Not today.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to hate her. I needed her to be simple \u2014 greed with a face I could point at. But the way her hands trembled around that envelope told me this wasn\u2019t just theft. It was panic. And panic pushes people into irreversible choices.<\/p>\n<h1><strong>Maybe grief makes monsters. But she chose the lie. She chose today.<\/strong><\/h1>\n<p>I watched the flatbed truck turn the corner, the Shelby\u2019s silhouette shrinking farther and farther away. I pressed my palms against my knees, fighting the urge to scream.<\/p>\n<p>All week I had told myself: just get through the funeral, then things will settle.<\/p>\n<p>Instead, everything I had left of my father was disappearing down the road.<\/p>\n<p>Aunt Lucy hovered beside me, gripping her purse tightly. \u201cHazel, come sit down. You\u2019re shaking.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I sank onto the curb, elbows resting on my thighs, head bowed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Karen pacing along the edge of the lot, sunglasses off now, her jaw set tight.<\/p>\n<p>For a moment I thought she might just leave, but instead she wandered toward the cemetery gate, staring at the line of fresh flowers surrounding Dad\u2019s new grave.<\/p>\n<p>I fidgeted with my house keys. My phone buzzed \u2014 a friend asking if I needed a ride home, someone else sending a photo from the service.<\/p>\n<p>I ignored them.<\/p>\n<p>My chest burned with regret. Maybe if I had argued harder with Karen or brought the title with me or\u2014<\/p>\n<p>A tear slid down my cheek. I wiped it away and glanced over as Karen crouched beside Dad\u2019s headstone. Her lips moved quietly. Maybe she was praying, maybe apologizing\u2026 maybe both.<\/p>\n<p>Could I offer the buyer more money? Call the police?<\/p>\n<p>I felt completely helpless.<\/p>\n<p>Karen rose slowly, brushing dirt from her skirt. She didn\u2019t look at me as she walked back \u2014 her eyes were red and her cheeks blotchy.<\/p>\n<p>For a brief moment, I saw the woman Dad had tried so hard to love, not just the woman who had sold his car.<\/p>\n<p>Before I could stand, a silver sedan rolled into the parking lot, its tires crunching over gravel. The driver \u2014 a young guy with grease under his nails \u2014 jumped out holding a sealed plastic bag, looking uneasy.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAre you Hazel?\u201d he asked, glancing between Karen and me. \u201cBuyer wanted a quick inspection of the Shelby before he signed the final paperwork. We were told to meet him here. We found this. The boss said you needed to see it first.\u201d<\/p>\n<h1><strong>Karen moved quickly, grabbing for the bag. \u201cIt\u2019s probably just more of Thomas\u2019s junk.\u201d<\/strong><\/h1>\n<p>But the moment she tore it open and saw what was inside, all the color drained from her face. The envelope slipped from her fingers.<\/p>\n<p>It was as if it refused to stay in her hands.<\/p>\n<div class=\"code-block code-block-3\"><\/div>\n<p>Karen dropped hard onto the curb beside me, shaking, her breathing shallow and uneven.<\/p>\n<p>Inside the bag was a thick envelope. I stared at the bold, blocky handwriting while my hands trembled.<\/p>\n<p>Karen leaned over and snatched it before I could react. She struggled with the seal, ripped it open, and skimmed the first page.<\/p>\n<p>Then she stumbled and dropped everything. Receipts and a folded letter scattered across the pavement.<\/p>\n<p>I crouched to gather them, glancing at one of the receipts \u2014 $15,000 paid to Royal Seas Cruises. My stomach twisted. Dad wasn\u2019t the type to throw money around like that.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cKaren, what is this?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Her voice sounded ragged. \u201cHe\u2026 he bought us a cruise. For our anniversary. He never told me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Aunt Lucy stepped closer. \u201cLet her read the letter.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Karen pressed a trembling hand to her mouth before shoving the page toward me.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cRead it, Hazel. Please. Out loud.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I swallowed and recognized Dad\u2019s heavy handwriting immediately.<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>\u201cKaren,<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>I know you better than you think.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>If you\u2019re reading this, it means you finally got rid of the Shelby. I was never perfect. I shut down after Megan died. Yes, we\u2019d been divorced for a long time, but she was the mother of my only child.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>But I never stopped loving you. I bought us this cruise hoping we\u2019d find each other again.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>I know you never understood why I kept that car \u2014 it was the only piece of my father I had left.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>I was just trying to save us, in my own clumsy way.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>If you can\u2019t forgive me, I understand.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>All I ever wanted was to make things right.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>\u2014Thomas.\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>No one spoke.<\/p>\n<p>Karen buried her face in her hands, sobbing.<\/p>\n<p>Aunt Lucy squeezed my arm. \u201cHe really did try, Hazel. For both of you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The mechanic \u2014 Pete \u2014 stood nearby, awkwardly twisting his cap between his fingers.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m really sorry, Hazel. My boss says we can undo the sale if you want. Nobody knew about any of this.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNothing\u2019s filed yet,\u201d he added. \u201cNot officially.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I swallowed hard. Karen stared at the envelope like it might explode.<\/p>\n<p>She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. \u201cI can\u2019t take it back. Not after what I\u2019ve done. Take the money. Take the cruise. Hazel, please. I can\u2019t\u2026 I can\u2019t even look at it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She shoved the envelope toward Aunt Lucy. \u201cTake it. All of it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Aunt Lucy didn\u2019t reach for it.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt goes into the estate account,\u201d she said firmly. \u201cYou don\u2019t get to buy your way out of this.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Karen\u2019s voice faltered. \u201cIf you want to go, go, Hazel. Or we can \u2014 maybe you and I could use a reset too. I don\u2019t expect forgiveness. I just can\u2019t be alone right now.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Aunt Lucy stepped in, steady and calm. \u201cNot here. Home. Then lawyers.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I lifted my chin.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCall your boss. Right now. Tell him the title is disputed, the sale is contested, and if that car moves again, the next call is to the police \u2014 and my attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Pete blinked once, then nodded. \u201cYes, ma\u2019am.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I turned to Karen. \u201cYou don\u2019t get to hide behind \u2018surviving spouse\u2019 after what you just did.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Aunt Lucy stepped forward, speaking loud enough for the remaining mourners drifting through the lot.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cKaren will sign whatever the lawyer puts in front of her. Today.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Karen opened her mouth, but nothing came out.<\/p>\n<p>Pete nodded, glancing nervously between us. \u201cI\u2019ll tell my boss the sale is frozen \u2014 and I\u2019ll put it in writing.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI almost asked Dad for help last week,\u201d I blurted, surprising even myself. \u201cI was behind on rent. I kept putting it off. Now I never can.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Karen met my gaze. Her mascara had run, making her look younger somehow\u2026 and lost. \u201cWe all wanted something from him. That\u2019s the problem, isn\u2019t it? We just kept taking.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I nodded slowly, my throat tightening. Inside the envelope, behind the letter, was a small photograph\u2014Dad and me in the garage, both laughing, grease smudged everywhere. On the back, in his jagged handwriting: \u201cWe don\u2019t quit on things we love.\u201d<\/p>\n<h1><strong>Then I found the postscript \u2014 meant just for me.<\/strong><\/h1>\n<p><strong><em>\u201cHazel,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>If you\u2019re reading this, you\u2019ve always been the best part of me.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<div class=\"code-block code-block-2\"><\/div>\n<p><strong><em>Don\u2019t let bitterness make you small. Keep your spine straight. Keep your heart generous. Love hard, even when it hurts.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Everything I leave behind will be split between you and Karen.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>You were my reason to try.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u2014Dad.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Those words hit harder than the funeral ever had.<\/p>\n<p>Aunt Lucy\u2019s arm wrapped around my shoulders. Karen\u2019s sobs softened into quiet hiccups. Family members passing by squeezed my hand as they walked past.<\/p>\n<p>As the sun slipped down behind the church roof, I closed my fist around the spare key. The Shelby wasn\u2019t gone forever \u2014 just out of reach for now.<\/p>\n<p>Aunt Lucy called out, \u201cHome, Hazel. And Karen, your choices don\u2019t get to steer this family anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I followed her, grief heavy in my chest \u2014 but something steadier underneath it.<\/p>\n<p>Not forgiveness.<\/p>\n<p>Control.<strong>READ MORE BELOW<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>At my father\u2019s funeral, I watched my stepmother sell his beloved car before he was even laid to rest. I thought that betrayal was the worst of&#8230; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":67282,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-67281","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-news"],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO plugin v27.4 - https:\/\/yoast.com\/product\/yoast-seo-wordpress\/ -->\n<title>When I Was Reading My Father\u2019s Eulogy, My Stepmother Sold His Favorite Car \u2013 - Popular News<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?p=67281\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"When I Was Reading My Father\u2019s Eulogy, My Stepmother Sold His Favorite Car \u2013 - Popular News\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"At my father\u2019s funeral, I watched my stepmother sell his beloved car before he was even laid to rest. I thought that betrayal was the worst of...\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?p=67281\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Popular News\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-03-09T23:54:54+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:modified_time\" content=\"2026-03-09T23:58:29+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/DD-Copy-11.jpg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"1200\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"admin\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"admin\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"10 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\\\/\\\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"Article\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/?p=67281#article\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/?p=67281\"},\"author\":{\"name\":\"admin\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/#\\\/schema\\\/person\\\/f55ca85cd4bcb4dbdbc7850fdb55c958\"},\"headline\":\"When I Was Reading My Father\u2019s Eulogy, My Stepmother Sold His Favorite Car \u2013\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-03-09T23:54:54+00:00\",\"dateModified\":\"2026-03-09T23:58:29+00:00\",\"mainEntityOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/?p=67281\"},\"wordCount\":2171,\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/?p=67281#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/wp-content\\\/uploads\\\/2026\\\/03\\\/DD-Copy-11.jpg\",\"articleSection\":[\"News\"],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/?p=67281\",\"url\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/?p=67281\",\"name\":\"When I Was Reading My Father\u2019s Eulogy, My Stepmother Sold His Favorite Car \u2013 - Popular News\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/?p=67281#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/?p=67281#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/wp-content\\\/uploads\\\/2026\\\/03\\\/DD-Copy-11.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-03-09T23:54:54+00:00\",\"dateModified\":\"2026-03-09T23:58:29+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/#\\\/schema\\\/person\\\/f55ca85cd4bcb4dbdbc7850fdb55c958\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/?p=67281#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/?p=67281\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/?p=67281#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/wp-content\\\/uploads\\\/2026\\\/03\\\/DD-Copy-11.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/wp-content\\\/uploads\\\/2026\\\/03\\\/DD-Copy-11.jpg\",\"width\":1000,\"height\":1200},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/?p=67281#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"When I Was Reading My Father\u2019s Eulogy, My Stepmother Sold His Favorite Car \u2013\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/\",\"name\":\"Popular News\",\"description\":\"Popular News BLOG\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/#\\\/schema\\\/person\\\/f55ca85cd4bcb4dbdbc7850fdb55c958\",\"name\":\"admin\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/secure.gravatar.com\\\/avatar\\\/df164187d96b834105a2223ed57af8aeaa0a3d4b083020a3fb75228b39834d7d?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"url\":\"https:\\\/\\\/secure.gravatar.com\\\/avatar\\\/df164187d96b834105a2223ed57af8aeaa0a3d4b083020a3fb75228b39834d7d?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\\\/\\\/secure.gravatar.com\\\/avatar\\\/df164187d96b834105a2223ed57af8aeaa0a3d4b083020a3fb75228b39834d7d?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"admin\"},\"sameAs\":[\"http:\\\/\\\/www.popularnews71.net\"],\"url\":\"https:\\\/\\\/popularnews71.net\\\/?author=2\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"When I Was Reading My Father\u2019s Eulogy, My Stepmother Sold His Favorite Car \u2013 - Popular News","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?p=67281","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"When I Was Reading My Father\u2019s Eulogy, My Stepmother Sold His Favorite Car \u2013 - Popular News","og_description":"At my father\u2019s funeral, I watched my stepmother sell his beloved car before he was even laid to rest. I thought that betrayal was the worst of...","og_url":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?p=67281","og_site_name":"Popular News","article_published_time":"2026-03-09T23:54:54+00:00","article_modified_time":"2026-03-09T23:58:29+00:00","og_image":[{"width":1000,"height":1200,"url":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/DD-Copy-11.jpg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"admin","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"admin","Est. reading time":"10 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"Article","@id":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?p=67281#article","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?p=67281"},"author":{"name":"admin","@id":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/#\/schema\/person\/f55ca85cd4bcb4dbdbc7850fdb55c958"},"headline":"When I Was Reading My Father\u2019s Eulogy, My Stepmother Sold His Favorite Car \u2013","datePublished":"2026-03-09T23:54:54+00:00","dateModified":"2026-03-09T23:58:29+00:00","mainEntityOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?p=67281"},"wordCount":2171,"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?p=67281#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/DD-Copy-11.jpg","articleSection":["News"],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?p=67281","url":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?p=67281","name":"When I Was Reading My Father\u2019s Eulogy, My Stepmother Sold His Favorite Car \u2013 - Popular News","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?p=67281#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?p=67281#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/DD-Copy-11.jpg","datePublished":"2026-03-09T23:54:54+00:00","dateModified":"2026-03-09T23:58:29+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/#\/schema\/person\/f55ca85cd4bcb4dbdbc7850fdb55c958"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?p=67281#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?p=67281"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?p=67281#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/DD-Copy-11.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/DD-Copy-11.jpg","width":1000,"height":1200},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?p=67281#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"When I Was Reading My Father\u2019s Eulogy, My Stepmother Sold His Favorite Car \u2013"}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/#website","url":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/","name":"Popular News","description":"Popular News BLOG","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/#\/schema\/person\/f55ca85cd4bcb4dbdbc7850fdb55c958","name":"admin","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/df164187d96b834105a2223ed57af8aeaa0a3d4b083020a3fb75228b39834d7d?s=96&d=mm&r=g","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/df164187d96b834105a2223ed57af8aeaa0a3d4b083020a3fb75228b39834d7d?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/df164187d96b834105a2223ed57af8aeaa0a3d4b083020a3fb75228b39834d7d?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"admin"},"sameAs":["http:\/\/www.popularnews71.net"],"url":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/?author=2"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67281","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=67281"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67281\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":67286,"href":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67281\/revisions\/67286"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/67282"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=67281"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=67281"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/popularnews71.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=67281"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}